A mother converses with her child…
So I’m just sitting here, of a Sunday afternoon, when my son, Peter, wanders into the room, book (about Quentin Tarantino and his films) in hand, and asks me what “juxtaposition” means. It’s a sort of comparison, I say. Peter: This is about the ear-cutting scene… [He wishes further enlightenment, my son does.] Me: Like … Continue reading A mother converses with her child…